Begin Again

Like it was in the beginning, forming, rising up from the mud,

Taking a breath, perhaps a stretch, in order to find,

My strength, my vision, my reason in time.

Can I walk? Can I talk? Am I not alone?

Whispers as I’m waking, thoughts arising too,

Some good, some bad, some I wish I knew.

Finding my way, still darkness before day,

I begin with prayer, because I begin to hear,

A calling, a purpose, a voice I know in my ear,

“Begin Again”

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